I Give You Permission To Reach Out And Touch Me.(Completed,editing).

Introduction

If you decide to read this just be warned this book is a rough draft and is terrible in grammar!

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1missciara.

Edited.

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Preface.

The Vampire.

     Let's say you had everything you ever needed: Food, water, a home and clothes. Well for me I had all that and everything I craved. I had money, I had men, I had life in my grasps and I could go anywhere I wanted. Touch me, but be careful, I bite. I 'm not joking. I have fangs. Take the risk if you want but sometimes I can't control my hunger. Don't be afraid of me. I lived for the past six hundred years and I think I manage some control over my thirst.

Please don't label me a vampire because I can't be labeled, crap I have too much time on my hands.

'' 'Ring, Ring, Pick up the phone, Bitch,' '' My stupid ringtone goes off knocking me out my daze.

"Mrs. Banks, I spotted your husband with a blond female," My assistant cries into the phone.

I groan, my stupid Mortal Husband. ''I'll be there soon,'' I answer before I hung up the phone.

I'm Exploria Lonni Violet McGuire but now I go by Exploria Banks.

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The Lost Artist.

Princeton Victor Allen.

Some name, right? I'm going to tell you about the crap that I have to deal with in my mind and my life, to make me feel better.

First. My mom was a stripper, who came from Mexico and my dad was an Englishman. When my mom was only sixteen, they met, got really fucked up, and tada! I was conceived. Dad moved my mom into a crappy New York apartment and then when I was only three, he left.

Well that's my life. I'm 23, and I have a habit of hiding behind my art. I'm not famous, but I'm hoping my photographs and paintings will take me somewhere.

              Let's see what I got going for myself? I live in a rundown apartment; surviving on takeout food from the Chinese restaurant down the street, that's my life, a nutshell. I have two best friends: Auric and Nric; both twins and I had known them since I can remember.

The best way I get around is in a taxi and when my cash is short, (which is mostly every day,) I ride around on my rusted bike.

Love life. Well...let's just say that it's not running smooth. I dated this tall, hot, blond model named Raychel, who I painted like crazy and thought was my soul-mate. Before I could stop myself, I had lost my virginity to that bitch and a month later she dumped me for Auric, who totally ignored her. But, fate being the cruel mistress she is, here it is, two months later, and I see her talking to this high class business man across the bar.

Auric nudge my shoulder. "She's found another stupid bastard already. She's a  top class slut.''

I down my shot of vodka and pour another glass. ''No kidding.''

Nric laughs.''She left your broke asses and found a rich man...go Raychel.''

Auric smacks Nric in the back of the head. ''Prince doesn't like it when we say Raychel's name. Remember?'' They joke around a little, before everyone got silent. I follow their gaze to the entrance.

             My mouth drops open at the woman that had just walks in. She had pale skin that made it seem like she hadn't seen the sun in ages, lips so red it look like fresh blood was dripping from them, dark ruby eyes and a button nose. But it wasn't her looks that grab my attention; it was her vibe. Couple that with a red night grown that fell to the floor in waves and made it seem like she had just walk out of old London, and she had everyone's mouth hitting the floor.

Auric punches my shoulder, bringing me out of my drooling. ''That's Mrs. Banks, and from what I heard, she's wild. Nothing but trouble.''

Damn, I wanted to reach out and touch her or better yet, paint her.

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To be continued....